here


my light fades
and time feels frozen 
as I steadily breathe in the frigid night air
and allow the snowflakes to settle softly 
on the shoulders of my old jacket 
I look up at the star speckled sky 
the clouds were shrouding most of the light from them
but the crescent moon still shone brightly 
gently illuminating the tiny pine clearing 
and caressing my exhaustion wrinkled face with moonbeams
here I will find peace
in the smell of ice and pine sap
here I will find myself
among the souls of the sleeping squirrels 
and quietly hooting owls 
here I will live
in a way I just can't 
anywhere else. 


 

Inkpaw

VT

18 years old

More by Inkpaw

  • The Boxes In The Corner

    Looming over your shoulders

    Each stack higher than its former

    Every thought and every scrap

    Of an idea too scared to ponder

     

    Every moment that hurt

    Each minute that lingered longer

  • Inadequacy


    How do I push the words out
    From behind my taffy tongue 
    Thick with salty tears 
    And full of grubby thumb 


    I’m a child 
    Pretending that I’m numb 
    To escape the overwhelming feelings 

  • Paper Frogs

    Why

    When feet fall soft but quick 

    Does the hallway extend

    And the hot breath of whoever’s behind me feel hotter 

    Why do I stay pressed to the wall 

    Like a stubborn gruby sticker